Off to Sweden Tuesday to create.
Time to clear my head; find some breathing space. Open some windows. Let the fresh air in.
are hating on me a lil bit.
expectations: I'm just going to take a quick power nap and I'll wake up refreshed and energized
reality: passed out cold for five hours solid, wake up not knowing what day it is or what the last meal you ate was
where the FUCK is my FUCKING passport?! FUCK
As an artist, no one will even start to take you seriously until they see that you’re bat shit crazy.
what's a birthday anyways?
i don’t feel any different.